Conversation Among the Ruins

"Through portico of my elegent house you stalk, with your wild furies of all decorum which holds wirlwinds back. Now, rich order of walls is fallen;above appalling ruin;in bleak light. Of your stormy eye, magic takes flight like a daunted witch, quitting castle when real days break. What ceromony of words can patch the havoc."------Sylvia Plath